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It Feels Like Fall Has Fallen.

Somehow like a swtitch it happens and Fall begins. Its colder at night and the sun sets a little sooner each day. There is that dampness that lingers, climbs over everything and doesn’t let go until late in the morning. The full suits go on and sweaters are packed in the top of the bag for a trip to the beach.

I like the light in fall; its soft, sleepy and slow. Its not really a haze in the air but that everything seems heavier. Summer tans start to fade and if you are anywhere near the beach, the smell of the ocean is closer. The sharpness of summer is gone and I’m always kinda glad.